Marked Lost

Folder: 
High School

Close your eyes.

Breath for awhile.

Im not going to open them until

I find the end of the road.

You come and go

You are a tidal wave

Hitting me hard

Letting me suffocate

And then your gone.



I don't know what to think of you baby.

Sweet, sweet.

You are so far away,

But I am touching you, touching you.

You are so far away

Even though I'm stroking your face.



I'm not sad, that's overrated, its

Too complicated

For a word.

It must be explained

Over several folders

Of empty lonely letters.

Marked "lost" like fools deterred.



Slow, soft undercurrent

You are stealth and silence.

You are the ocean?

Blue, deep, deep?

Vast, unable to comprehend.



Letting you out, taking you in.

Saltwater staining the litmus paper

Under my skin.

Another one.

Another one.

Another goodbye.

View juliothegreat's Full Portfolio
rox's picture

lost lost lost.